Amor Cuerdo, No Es Amor. (sane Love,

My Poems Please The Brave: My Poems, Short And Sincere, Have The Force Of Steel Which Forges Swords.

I Come From All Places And To All Places I Go: I Am Art Among The Arts And Mountain Among Mountains. I Know The Strange Names Of Flowers And Herbs And Of Fatal Deceptions And Magnificent Griefs. In Night's Darkness I've Seen Raining Down On My Head Pure Flames, Flashing Rays Of Beauty Divine.

The Truthe Wakes Up Once And Never Dies.

If I Survive, I Will Spend My Whole Life At The Oven Door Seeing That No One Is Denied Bread And, So As To Give A Lesson Of Charity, Especially Those Who Did Not Bring Flour.

Many Houses Were Still Full Of Light When, At The Close Of March 22, The People Of The Círculo Returned To Their Homes, Which Were Gladdened With A Fleeting Gladness By An Hour Of Justice - For There Are Still Many Slaves, Black And White, In Puerto Rico!